#lead to light au

[themightyhumanbroom]

Surge in any AU/fic where she gets a redemption arc

[lead-to-light]

To Sonic, Shadow, and Surge. How do you three keep your quills/hair so nice? I can imagine all that running and fighting makes managing it a bit of a hassle at times.

Sonic gave a thumbs up, “I use shampoo and conditioner made for quills. I like to get the lilac scented ones.”

Shadow nodded, “As do I. But I prefer lavender scented ones.”

Surge tilted her head in confusion, “Wait, there's products just for quills?”

The two hedgehogs turned to her slowly. It was Shadow who spoke first, “What did you just say?”

“Surge….how do you wash your quills?” Sonic asked carefully.

“With a bar of soap?” Surge didn't understand why it was such a big deal.

Both of them gasped and covered their mouths in horror. “I'm going to get Amy!” Sonic shouted before zooming off.

Shadow pulled out his phone and quickly dialed a number. “Who are you calling?” Surge asked in growing confusion.

“Rouge. If you're doing your quills wrong who knows what else you're doing wrong. We will require her money and expertise in self-care for this. Amy should be enough but I don't want to leave anything to chance,” Shadow said sternly.

Before she could respond to this however, Sonic had returned with Amy. The pink hedgehog was immediately upon her, shaking the tenrec’s shoulders in distress, “YOU'VE BEEN USING BAR SOAP ON YOUR QUILLS?!”

“Y-yeah?” Surge said in a small voice.

“WHAT KIND?!”

Surge smiled weakly, “Irish Spring?”

Amy recoiled as if struck. Looking her dead in the eyes she said, “Surge, we are getting you everything, and I mean EVERYTHING, you need to properly take care of your quills and fur. This is not up to debate. This is what's happening and that's final. We are helping you today.”

Surge, still not entirely used to people showing concern for her well-being, just nodded.

[all-together-now]

Trip gets wormholed into Lead to Light and runs into Caoine

It was the middle of the night, and poor Trip couldn't sleep. With her eyes still closed she wandered through Amy's house in the direction of the kitchen to get a glass of warm milk.

When she opened her eyes again, though, she was definitely not in Amy's kitchen or her house. It was dark, and silent. As Trip turn around she heard her feat echo all around the hollow room. She looked up into the rafters of the large warehouse and saw the stars peeking through the windows near the room.

"Amy?" she called quietly, "Blaze? S-Surge?"

Suddenly, one of the lights turned on and shone down on Trip like a spotlight. She covered her eyes to shield them from the blinding bulbs. After a second she heard footsteps, but not ones that sounded like typical shoes. It sounded like clicking, and it was fast approaching. The sungazer looked around her in panic as it sounded like the sound was surrounding her.

"Wh-Wh-Who's there?!" she shrieked, "L-Leave me alone! Let m-m-me go home!!"

The clicking suddenly stopped, and Trip looked around in terror again. She turned around and was met with two huge bird legs extending upwards. She slowly lifted her gaze until she was face to face with a gigantic gas mask.

"̵̵̵̡̡̛̬̰͖͕͈̼̳̬͇̮ͦ̑́̇ͫ͐̏̍͆ͮ͆̎́ͣ́͐̒͆͆̚͞_̶̮̫̱̜̐ͦ͝͡Ḩ̪͉̙̜̬̣̇̒͑̍ͯ̆̌̋̉ͩ͐̑ȅl̯̥͎͙̗͓̬̥̟̽̿ͬͭͧ͂͊̾̐l̡̧̛̘̐̔ͮ̋ͨ̚ͅó̶̧̧̺̗͈̻̫͖͚̬̥͍̌̄ͣ̇̍̄̓͆͐̑ͦ̚͟͞͡͝͠.̨̟̱͕̺̉"̷̧͚̘̱̜̘̞̯͇̊̔ͩ͆͛̋͑ͥ̈̽̈͠ came a garbled voice, "̶̷̶̠̘̲̹̜̪̜̙̞̩̺̱͕͔̀͗̔͛͒͑ͯ̃͐̾͂̀̾̿̃͌ͦͦ̅̏͊̚̕͡͡͡ͅW̷̮̘̹̭̖̒̈̆̓̄̄ͯ͢͠ͅḩ̷̵̧͚̗͍̜͙̫̹̹̯͇͓̬̤̘̩̬̫̲͉̫̃̿̇ͦͤͫ̃ͧͪ̍͊͆ͧ̇̕͢͡ͅa̵̸̶̴̸̛͓͖̘̣͒ͯ̊͑̈́͆̈́̆ͤ̊̿ͦ̐͒ͧ̐͆̍͌_̘͖̬̓̃̿͑t̩ ą͍̫͈͕̖̙͔̣͓̾͆̔̆ͤ̒̿ͮ̽̌̾̍͘̚ŗ͉̼̙͓̯̩̦̲̥̝͊ͥͮ͒̾ͣ̀̒̾͋͐̒̌̑̈ͬ͌̚͜͠͡ȩ̵̭̮̳̗̗̗̻̫͙̙̈́̇́̍̎̆ͪ̉̈́͗͆̉ͬ͐͊͌͢͟͜͢͡͡ y̸̷̻̗͇̻͈̥͙̠ͬ͋ͤ͂ͩ͊̅̂͘͢͞ͅö̢̪̭͓̠͋ͣ͌́͢͡��̙u̶̫͇̮̭̤̼͊̉͊̐ͩ̃̚ d̴̛̦̙̹̙͙͙̤͈̳̞̠̼̋́̌ͭ_̮͔̍͋̔͗ͭ͛͢_͈̦͞_ő͈̜̈ͯ̌̚î͇͑ņ̴̵͎̱̙̞̼̠̰͉̜͕͚̖̃͋̌̄ͪ̐̑̔̀͂̂ͣͮ̒͆̓ͣ̂͋͐͢͝_g̦͍̠͉̰̊̔͆͐͂ h̷̡̛̛͓̠͓̰͓̼̯̙͓͍̩͍͐̓͊͑̈́ͨ̆͑̒ͬ̀̎̀̃ͤ̓ͤ̌̄͛̿͂̂͘͟͢͟͟͡͞ͅe̓ŕͨͩe̸̛̤̟̩̩͇͎̟̗͖͙͌́̅͑̔ͣͫ?̛̝̘́͗"̶̷̴̨̛̛͖͕̮̘̙͓̹͔̞̼̘̳̳̜̖̲̣́͆̈͂ͦ͐͗͛ͧͦͬ͂ͮ͆̽ͨͥ͘͢͡͝ͅ

Trip stared up at the monster as it quickly adjusted it's mask.

"My name is Caoine," she said more normally, "What's your name?"

Trip just kept staring.

"...momma..." Trip mumbled as she fainted and fell backwards, right through another wormhole.

Caoine stepped back in surprise, "Aw. I guess she's gone now."

**********

In Amy's bed, Surge stirred from her slumber, and noticed one of her bedmates was missing.

"W'r th' f'ck 's Tr'p?" she mumbled.

Trip fell down from the ceiling, flat on her back, startling all three of the girls still in bed.

[future-of-freedom]

*a tall, horrifically proportioned gas mask wearing shrike walks up behind Ashley*

"Ɨ łɨꝁɇ ɏøᵾɍ mɇŧȺł Ⱥɍm."

Ashley turned around, and her jaw was immediately on the floor at the sight of the person (or thing) behind her. It didn’t immediately kill her, so maybe she was safe?

“Um… th-thank you-“

“̶͖̀M̴̖̋a̵͚̕ẏ̴̞ ̷̠̽Ȉ̸̗ ̶̨́f̴̧̈é̴̩e̵̫̅l̸̰̓ ̶̮͑ị̶́t̵̜͝?̸̪̊”̴̝̂

The leopard jolted at the sound of its voice, and its odd request.

But hey, if that lessens her chance of possibly getting decapitated, that’s fine with her.

“Uh… sure.” She shakily raised it up. “G-go nuts.”

She saw the shrike’s disproportionate arm stretch out, and soothingly caress the robotic arm. But Ashley still didn’t look away. She was horrified what would become of her if she did.

“̸̱́Ẁ̵̘ő̷͇w̸̮̚.̶̙̊ ̵͈̚S̶̗̚ó̶͖ ̴̝̕ĉ̶̖o̵͍̚ĺ̶͉d̶͌͜,̴͓̾ ̷̖̎a̶̢͝n̴̗̂d̴̥̏…̶͚͊ ̸̺͊s̵̨̽t̵̪͋i̸͉̽f̸͚͘f̷̝͊.̸̖́”̷̮̌

And suddenly, it blipped out of existence. At least, that’s what it looked like.

The leopard still had her robotic arm out, trembling.

Not even her encounter with Surge frightened her this much.

[lucdoodle]

fanart of @forgettable-au !!

[phonification]

weird hsbc adjacent ii au doodles ,,

[overcastedsays]

FASHION, PUT IT ALL ON ME

DON'T YOU WANNA SEE THESE CLOTHES ON ME?

fashion (2009) - Lady Gaga

(thank you @thejesterconcept for the caption idea)

background so nice i did it twice

[themightyhumanbroom]

Well it's now Canon in my AU at least.

i know archie isn't canon but i hope shadow painting his bike still is

[themightyhumanbroom]

"̶̨̳͝Ỹ̵̗̞̎O̸͇̕U̴̻͙̾R̴̬͝ ̴̩̫̈̀I̴̡̥͘S̸̩̉͝L̴͔̇̀ͅÁ̵͈͚̒N̶̠͒D̵̦͙̍ ̸̧̮̑W̴͔̃ͅI̴͗̇͜L̸̡̥̈́͝L̵̖̟̆̋ ̵̪̄F̵̢͋̆A̸͍̎́L̶̝͖̋L̸͍͒́ ̶͓̓̓Y̸̬͗O̶̦̬͌͝U̸̧͊-̶̤͚͒͌"̷̦͓̂͌

POOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWW!!!

And thus, Knuckles punched Surge back to normal. Banishing the Metal Virus back to her subconscious.

Art I had commissioned from the phenomenal @SETHWIJEZ on Twitter!

This is a scene from this chapter of my fic "Come As You Are."

[lead-to-light]

whisper, we all know your a good shot, but I have a real test for you.

Shoot an apple off of Surges head, William Tell style. without missing.

"And you're trusting me to do this?" Whisper asked, watching the tenrec toss the apple up and down.

"Well if you hit me, You have two options admit you hit me on purpose and deal with everyone being mad at you or admit that you're a crappy shot. The way I see it, I'm perfectly safe," Surge said with a toothy grin.

Whisper didn't have a counter for that. Truthfully, she still didn't know what to think when Surge approached her for what she calls a 'trust building exercise.' No doubt the woman had read about the classic trickshot in a book, Surge being turning into an avid reader was not on her bingo card, and wanted to try it out for shits and giggles.

Deciding to appreciate the roundabout olive branch, Whisper had Cyan enter the wispon and took aim, "Okay put the apple on your head."

Surge moved to place the but realized something, "Pfft wait hold on this'll only work if I let my quills down." Taking her hairband off, her long quills cascaded down, allowing her to place the apple on her head. "Now I'm ready," Surge said with a soft smile, secretly very excited.

Looking down the scope at the tenrec, Whisper took a moment to take Surge in and was having trouble reconciling this woman being the same angry destructive menace she first meet a few months ago. She looked so…..content right now. With her quills down and happy smile, Whisper was forced to admit something.

"I can kinda see what Lanolin sees in her now," Whisper said quietly to herself as she began pulling the trigger.

Not quietly enough apparently as Surge shouted, "LANOLIN SEES WHAT IN ME!?"

The shout startled Whisper, throwing off her aim at the worst possible moment.

BANG!

A split second sickening squelch sounded out as the shot took out Surge’s right eye.

Dropping the wispon, Whisper shouted in complete horror, "SURGE OH MY GOD I'M SO SORRY-"

Before she knew it Surge was upon her. But instead of a well justified beatdown, Surge had a completely different priority, "WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY ABOUT LANOLIN SEEING SOMETHING IN ME!?"

"SURGE YOUR EYE! WE NEED TO GET YOU TO THE INFIRMARY!" Whisper was not enjoying seeing the bloody cybernetic insides of her skull.

"I'LL WALK IT OFF! NOW TELL ME!"

Watching her face slowly knit itself back together surprisingly did little to calm Whisper down, "FOR GODS SAKE SURGE-"

"PLEASE WHISPER!"

It's those two words that got her to calm down and shift her gaze rightwards. Plain vulnerable desperation was clear as day in her intact eye. Taking a deep breath, Whisper got her thoughts in order, "Okay I'll tell you. But first you have to put me down."

Surge was leaning them both over so far they were perpendicular to the ground, Whisper impressively ignoring the blood dripping onto her face from Surge’s gaping head wound.

"Sure sure," Surge acquiesced, setting her down gently. A few seconds later both women were sitting on the ground facing each other. "So?" Surge asked softly.

"So when Tangle and I got wine drunk and hired the chaotix to investigate something about Lanolin, the thing we asked them to investigate was who she had a crush on. Vector and Espio purposefully spilled beans in front of the three of us and she confirmed it while she was yelling at us," Whisper explained.

I'm not gonna tell her it's full on love. I'm not taking that away from either of them.

A short life of made up of mostly agony trained her not to grab hope so zealously, "Really? You're not lying are you?" Surge said carefully.

Looking dead in the eye, Whisper said firmly, "Surge, listen to me. I know we do not have the best relationship but I would never NEVER do something as cruel as lie to you here. You are without a doubt the most important person in her life."

"She feels the same way about me the way I feel about her?" Surge said, somehow still able to blush despite the blood loss.

Oh

It was one thing to heavily suspect it but confirming it was another thing. How could two people so different love each other?

Well I suppose that's a silly question coming from me of all people.

"Positive," Whisper said, putting a reassuring hand on her shoulder. The tenrec stiffened and Whisper worried she had overstepped her bounds when Surge wrapped her in a hug and began sobbing into her shoulder.

"T-t-thank y-you," Surge stuttered out, staining her cloak with blood and tears

Once over her shock, Whisper hugged her back. Gently rubbing circles on her back and patting her shoulder. Letting her know she was safe to cry happy relieved tears as long as she wanted. It was during this that Whisper recalled something.

What was it that Claire said once? History doesn't repeat itself but it does rhyme

[im-not-corrupted]

I was consumed by the idea of Merman!Hob in the last few days and now I'm writing a Dreamling fic about it so have a small, 1.7k snippet from the much larger fic :)

Includes: near-drowning, near death experiences, perhaps many medical inaccuracies because I am not a doctor and haven't edited yet, Merman!Hob, Prince!Dream and some light angst.

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He awakes with a gasping, heaving breath. His lungs are greedy things, sucking in air with desperation, and he presses a hand to his chest. Beneath his palm, his heart races. Adrenaline and panic both fill his veins and his hand shakes. His lungs feel full, but as he coughs mostly involuntarily, nothing comes up at all.

It takes a bit for him to calm down. When he does, when his lungs stop heaving and he stops coughing and he is left with nothing but an ache in his lungs, his head and a rawness in his throat, he looks around himself.

He sits on a beach, the sands golden and kissed by the sun. It shines down on him, blessing his face with its light. His clothes are soaked through and no doubt ruined, and before him—before him is the ocean.

It holds none of the fierceness he saw earlier, and he stares at it blankly. It looks as welcoming, as lovely, as it did the day he stepped onto the ship. His mind had been occupied, yes, but he had enough awareness to acknowledge the sea’s beauty.

Not enough awareness to acknowledge its dangers, though. He remembers in startling clarity the coldness of its waters, the ferocity with which it drowned him, the storm that waged and threw him overboard.

He should’ve been more careful.

It is not just the ocean that lies before him, but a man, too. A man, staring at him with honey-eyes that catch the sunlight as though they were made for it, with a curiosity on his face that, if it weren’t for the sudden anxiety twisting his all-too empty stomach, would’ve endeared him immediately. His skin is tan, golden like the sands, and some distant part of his brain wants to press his lips to that skin and find out what it tastes like for himself. Like ocean salt and sweat and the sun itself, he thinks, and then considers the possibility that he may have suffered some brain damage due to oxygen deprivation.

It takes him a bit to find his voice. During that time, the man—sitting in the ocean as though he belongs there, ignorant of its gentle waves lapping at him—continues to stare, head tilted like a particularly curious bird. “Who are you?” he asks, wincing at the hoarseness of his throat. It feels scraped raw, and he thinks he would like to simply not speak for a while, only—only this is rather strange, isn’t it?

The man’s shoulders shake with laughter. He is a beautiful creature, this man, with chestnut hair framing his face. Laughter, and amusement, becomes him. Distantly, Morpheus is aware that he should probably take offence at the man’s laughter, only—only he doesn’t really have the energy. If anything, he thinks he’d much rather sleep. “The one who saved you, obviously. Or did you forget you nearly drowned?"

He has half a mind to scowl at the strange man in the water, but only just has enough energy to narrow his eyes. "You saved me," he repeats dumbly. In his defence, he did nearly drown, and sleep calls to him now. Nearly drowning is, apparently, rather exhausting. "We were in the middle of the ocean. We weren't even close to any land. How did you—"

Come to think of it, he can't recall having seen this man's face before. Though perhaps that's explained easily. He was distracted on the ship, after all, and it wasn't like he went out of the way to remember the entire crew. Both Telute and Lucienne always said he should try to interact with people a little more than he does, but he thinks recent events made him exempt from that rule these last few months.

Still. The man's statement doesn't really make sense. They were in the middle of an ocean, and in a storm no less. It would've been impossible for the man to save him then, at least not without a boat or ship of his own.

Thinking of it made his head hurt more. For a moment he feels ready to simply shrug and accept the nonsensical answer as truth in the hopes that maybe the man would leave him to rest. Logically, he knows that isn't what will happen at all. If this man knows who Morpheus is, if he recognises him, then there will be some kind of demand. A boon for saving the Prince's life.

He can't do anything about that now, though, and the idea of laying on this beach and letting himself wither under the sun's heat seems very appealing. He doesn't even know where they are, or how close he is to his kingdom. How he's supposed to make it back in this condition, he doesn't know. The task seems impossible, in all honesty.

The man does not leave him to rest, not even when Morpheus simply nods stiffly and says, "Sure. Saved me. Alright." He remains in the ocean actually, the waves lapping at his torso, and continues to stare at him blankly as though expecting something a little more. Eventually, he rolls his eyes—Rude, Morpheus thinks, but hardly cares at all in the moment—and moves a little closer. It looks almost like the ocean parts for him, but that's ridiculous.

Then—well, then things get even stranger. Which also seems impossible, but—there they are. The man shifts in the water and brings what looks like a tail out of the ocean, all golden scales and fins. Beautiful, he thinks, knowing he's staring but seemingly unable to help it. Of course the man's tail would be golden. That only makes sense when the rest of him could've been carved from sunlight.

A little belatedly, he realises just what he's staring at. Which is the man, who had a fish's tail.

Hallucinating. He is hallucinating, then. That makes sense. Still, he can't help but laugh quietly—it makes him wince, his lungs still raw and aching, but the pain is temporary and certainly doesn't matter much if he's hallucinating—and says, "You're a merman."

The statement is ludicrous. Morpheus wonders just how much damage nearly drowning can do to a person, and then figures he doesn't want to know at all, actually.

"That is what you call us, yes," the man agrees easily.

Sure. Why not. "Why did you save me then?"

He shrugs softly. “Too pretty for death,” the—the merman, of all things, tells him. It sounds almost petulant.

He is losing his mind. He had swallowed a lot of water. A merman. “One can be too pretty for death?” he asks weakly, his throat hoarse and his chest tight with pain. The ridiculous nature of the question at least makes that pain easy to ignore. It will get him later, he knows that much, but he lets himself be distracted by his amusement at the situation for a while.

The merman blinks at him, expression entirely serious. “You are.”

”Right.” Right. Of course. Too pretty for death. That makes sense. As much sense as a merman fishing him out of the water does.

Whatever energy let him carry this conversation leaves him suddenly and he falls onto his back on top of the sand, his elbows failing to hold him up any longer. The sun glares down at him and he gazes back up at it blearily. Exhaustion clings to him just as the beach does to his sea-soaked clothes. Sleep seems like a wonderful, bright idea.

He let his eyes fall shut. It isn't very effective for blocking out the sun’s rays—it remains insistent, and closing his eyes doesn't give him the satisfaction of darkness that he dearly wants. Still, while that would’ve been a problem any other time, his body yearned for the void, to let the dark take him. It would be easy to simply lay here and wither, until either the tide takes him or someone finds him. Whichever came first. He didn’t mind either way.

Then the merman spoke again. “Are you dying, pretty one?”

It took a great deal of effort, but he grunts, “No.”

”Are you sure?”

He is not, actually. But that is no concern of this mermaid, and he merely answers, “I am certain.”

Silence follows that statement. Morpheus lets himself relax, lets himself hope this is it. He can sleep now, he thought—and is quickly proven wrong, for the merman states, “You look like you’re dying. Does anybody look for you?”

He hardly cares. Distantly, though, he thinks Lucienne might be. Jessamy and Matthew, too. “Perhaps,” he says after a couple of minutes pass, when he realises he has not yet replied. "I would like to sleep now."

The merman makes a considering noise. "I do not know much about humans," he said slowly, and Morpheus can practically feel the concern in his voice now, "but I'm pretty sure that's a bad idea. I'll stay and talk to you until you're found."

"Must you?" he asks, a desperate edge to his voice. The merman's voice is pleasant enough, yes, but rest is the preferred option here, regardless of what he says.

"Yes," he confirms. Morpheus's eyes are still closed so he can't actually see but he can imagine the smile on his face easily enough.

He sighs heavily and wonders what he did to deserve this. Then figures this is some weird, twisted kind of punishment for all that happened with Orpheus and Calliope and resigns himself to his fate. "Very well."

The merman talks, almost endlessly, until the sun is low in the sky. It is, truly, an impressive amount of talking. Morpheus doesn't remember much of that afternoon. At some point, he regains just enough energy to sit up, to listen more attentively. The merman, whose name he doesn't learn, seems to appreciate that. And just when despair begins to eat at him—I will not be found, he thinks and despite his inaction while he sank into the ocean, the idea panics him, I will die on this beach—there are calls of his name from behind him. They are voices he recognises and his heart picks up its pace when he turns around to see Lucienne, Telute and Jessamy walking down the beach towards him, each of them looking a little rough but all of them alive.

When he turns back to the ocean, the merman is no longer there, and Morpheus wonders if he dreamt the whole thing up. He does not mention it as Jessamy helps him to his feet, as Telute pulls him in for a hug, as the three of them begin to make it back home, to their duties, but he does not forget the kind eyes of the man who saved him from drowning.

[themightyhumanbroom]

I wrote this AU and still going strong!

Hey, Sonic tumblr folks, do y'all have any favorite AUs, fan comics, etc? I hunger for content

[morninkim]

Power Rangers: Prime Suspects - Bowen

Ankash the Phoenix Knight

same as ever, story stuff under the cut!!

Ever since Udonna first established Root Core, Clare has fought threats from Repulsa forces, Dark Magic users, anyone wishing to invade the last bastion of Good Magic on Earth. None so persistent as Ankash the Phoenix Knight, lifelong loyal servant of the Master. Ankash wields the Knight Saber, sword of his late mentor, Koragg, and transforms using a mysterious claw-like morpher infused with his Dark Magic. On orders from his Master, who wants to claim their power for himself to overthrow Rita's rule, he now targets this mysterious new Green and Pink Ranger pair. Intent on killing three Rangers with one blade, he backs them into a corner and forces them to seek refuge at Root Core, knowing that the Gatekeeper would never turn away someone in need. What he didn't count on, though, was these strangers' knowledge of another world. One where his life took a much different turn. A turn that may not be out of reach for him, if he just accepts the hand reached out to him.

[monsterboyblood]

The first location I’ve actually drawn references for, it’s Proto Man’s cabin :)

[crow-of-ohio]

I made a silly Love Letters au based on HLVRV episode 2 Leading Light where instead of the Love Letters being fucked up and toxic they're all in it to take over the world for funsies and are very happy about it. Also frenreylatta because hell yeah frenreylatta (the Tommy and Benrey in this AU are dubbed Sunray and Moonbeam)

(characters belong to @year2000electronics and au is derivative of @hlvrv PLEASEEEEEE read hlvrv)

[themightyhumanbroom]

Got me some ideas too for lead to light after seeing it.

Gonna be a touch harder to pull off for me though considering she's very dead in my AU.

Very excited for what you cook up!

saw abt’s art with lanolin and her mom

i am getting some ideas for future of freedom 😶